Narcissism At Its Finest
I may falter on a few steps,
but my eye is on the goal
My spine is made of solid gold,
my heart is made of stone
My limbs have gone limp with heat,
my body growing heavy
My eyes are bloodshot, filled with tears,
and yet my pace is steady
I remember what I came here for,
it pushes me ahead
My conscience is long gone for now,
the path I leave is dead
My mind quivers at the thought of you,
my vision starts to blur
But the prize I see in the end is: me,
and the souls that I have hurt.
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